So I know she forgives me, just as I forgive her. Thomas Edison's last words were: "It's very beautiful over there." I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful.
Now give me some music...
A few lovely ladies won't hurt either...
Hello, legs...
And I thought I had nice tits...I heard someone's voice the other night whom I hadn't spoken to in some time and I melted. I can't say I'm very fond of conversing on the telephone but I will say that speaking to him roused my fondness for him. Time has a way of doing that. We've drifted, shifted, moved on, and found amity. It feels damn good.
Cheers
Lola
